Morning Poem #48 Poem by Wanda Phipps

Morning Poem #48



cold bed
gray day
memories
of 'birds of prey'
talk for the sake
of words shaping
mouth moving
thoughts changing
energy moving
outside of self
talk for the sake
of a warm bed
a sanny day
and memories
of birds at play

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Wanda Phipps

Wanda Phipps

Washington, D.C., United States
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